Kendrick Lamar - The Heart Part 4 lyrics

Don't tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth 'bout you
Don't tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth 'bout you

Thirty millions later, my future favors
The legendary status of a
Hip-hop rhyme savior
Travel round the atlas in this spaceship
Candy-coated, my day shift's
Been devoted to fuckin' up bundles of paper
Pi equals three-fourteen
The devil's pie is big enough
To justify the whole thing
Wait up, lampin' in Jamaica
The clouds turnin', my thoughts turnin'
Burnin’ castor oil
Yo I been determined to make an earnin’
This seed in this soil is classified
I'm satisfied when I strategize
My kid’s future
I ain't sanctified enough to say
That I won't shoot ya
I done vandalized the industry full circuit
The earthiest slash thirstiest nigga
You know versus this
Scum of a land that transcend two surfaces
The richer the poorer, the bigger the picture
The more blood pours, but

Don't tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth 'bout you
Don't tell a lie on me
I won't tell the truth 'bout you

My fans can't wait for me to son ya punk-ass
And crush ya whole lil' shit
I'll Big Pun ya punk-ass
You a scared lil' bitch
Tiptoein' around my name, nigga, you lame
And when I get at you, homie
Don't you just tell me you was just playin'
"Oh, I was just playin', K-Dot
C'mon, you know a nigga rock witchu, bro"
Shut the fuck up
You sound like the last nigga I know
Might end up like the last nigga I know
Oh, you don't wanna clash? Nigga, I know
I put my foot on the gas, head on the floor
Hoppin' out before the vehicle crash
I'm on a roll
Yellin', "One, two, three, four, five
I am the greatest rapper alive"
So damn great, motherfucker, I've died
What you hearin' now is a paranormal vibe
House on the hill, house on the beach, nigga
(Facts)
A condo in Compton, I'm still in reach, nigga
(Facts)
I'm fresh out the water, I'm 'bout to breach
Nigga
The five-foot giant woke up out of his sleep
Nigga oh yeah, oh yeah, mo' cars, mo' lears
Mo' bars, no peers, no scars
No fear fuck y'all, sincere
I heard the whispers, I curved the whispers
You know what the risk is
Earthed in ditches
Your body revertin' to stiffness
The whole world gone mad
Bodies is addin' up, market's about to crash
Niggas is fake rich, bitches is fake bad
Blacks that act white, whites that do the dab
Donald Trump is a chump know how we feel
Punk tell him that God comin'
And Russia need a replay button
Y'all up to somethin'
Electorial votes look like memorial votes
But America's truth ain't ignorin' the votes
It's blasphemy, how many gon' blast for me?
I prophesized on my last song
You laughed at me
But when the shit get brackin'
Don't you aks for me
How many leaders gon' tell you
The truth after me?
G Malone, big bro, kudos to him
I was two O's from a M, tryna be big as Em
Thirty millions later, my future favors
The legendary status of a
Hip-hop rhyme savior
Salmon and capers, fame and lawsuit's
You lookin' at me in Chucks
I'm lookin' at y'all suit's
Me and Top Dawg playin'
Rock paper-scissors in court
A real hustler lose money just
To go get some more
I said it's like that, dropped one classic
Came right back 'Nother classic, right back
My next album
The whole industry on a ice pack
With TOC, you see the flames
In my E-Y-E's it's not a game
And the whole world is goin'
Mad, daddy, it's sad, daddy
My only advice? Go and get you a bag, daddy
Lee Baca on trial tryna portray a boxer
Beatin' up on my niggas while
The CO's watch him
Tables turned, lesson learned, my best look
You jumped sides on me
Now you 'bout to meet Westbrook
Go celebrate witcha team and
Let victory vouch you just know
The next game played I might
Slap the shit out you
Technical foul, I'm flagrant, I'm foul
They throwin' me out, you throw in the towel
Look at the crowd, they
(Naw, I don't like that)
Look at my smile, I'm smirkin'
Calm but urgent (That ain't the style, fuck)
So many verses, you live in denial (Fuck)
So many verses, I never run out (What?)
You makin' him nervous, the music is loud
Ho, JAY-Z Hall of Fame
Sit yo' punk-ass down!
(Sit yo punk-ass down)
So that means you ain't bigger than rapping
(What else?)
So that means no more playin' the back scenes
(What else?)
My spot is solidified if you ask me
(What else?)
My name is identified as "That King"
I'll let y'all worry 'bout a list
I'm on some other shit
A difference between accomplishments
And astonishments
You know what time it is, ante up
This is in forever
Y'all got 'til April the 7th
To get y'all shit together

Let's get it! Look, look!
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